I am always hesitant to write about current events. I go for it every now and then, but I do so tentatively, knowing that I (usually) don’t have any expertise to offer. Also because it’s easier for me to just sit inside the four walls of my quarantine and write about my vegetable garden and
Are you planting a Quarantine Garden? Or, to use the more hopeful name, a Victory Garden. A few weeks ago I packed up my face mask, hand sanitizer, and my best “don’t you dare come within six feet of me” glare, and went to a local garden center. At that point, I hadn’t been out
What do you miss? This is something I think about a lot. We’re 10 weeks into this and I’m no longer even considering things like soccer practice or our gym membership. It occurred to me this week that the thing I miss is being in relationship without fear. Remember running into a friend at the grocery store
Note: This is Mary’s second blog. You can read the first one here. I took these photos about two weeks ago, when the chicks were still cute little balls of fluff. They’ve feathered out a lot in the past two weeks and look a lot more reptilian, but the kids adore them all the same.
I know there are a hundred memes that say this in much funnier, more concise ways, but it’s hard to conceptualize how long we’ve been in quarantine. It feels so…strange. Like a lot of time has passed but also no time at all. It’s also strange to think back to my feelings about week one.
On my very first night home with my first baby, I was more terrified than I had ever been in my life. Jump off a bridge? Sure! Scale a rock face? No problem! But leave me alone with this tiny, beautiful person? No thank you. I had a fistful of worksheets, clinging to the vague
Week eight! How’s everyone doing!? The Kriegers are ok, but I tell you what — we would be much better if 1) we could be done once and for all with these dreary days and 2) if Tom and I would stop getting strep. That’s right. Tom and I are both on round three of
NOTE: I wrote this a few days ago — a glib post about running during the quarantine. I wrote it before running was added to the list of things that are dangerous to do while black. I’ve been running since I was 14 years old. That’s 23 years of running on country roads, in the city, suburbs,
We had a busy week. I keep thinking about how I can’t relate to so many people in quarantine who are binge watching shows and napping and joining Tik Tok because, why not!? What else have we got to do!? There are lots of people who are bored out of their minds, but I am
Last week one of the kids said, “Mom! You should write about this on your blog!” And I responded, “Do YOU want to write about it on my blog?” They said sure. This first blog is by Mary, telling the story of last week when we made homemade lemonade (which we only did because I